Cecilia's pov
The sun blazed overhead, cicadas sang ceaselessly, and an intense basketball game was unfolding on the court.
I could hear the squeak of sneakers against the plastic floor, sweat was flying, and basketballs thudded on the ground.
The hormones of adolescence were in full swing, creating quite a commotion.
"Oh my God, what's Karl up to!"
"Ah, ah, ah, is he going to take his clothes off?"
"Oh, Mom! I can't bear to watch!"
Amid a cacophony of excited screams, I turned my gaze toward the central figure.
In my line of sight, a guy was nonchalantly taking off his black jersey with one hand. He stood tall at 188 centimeters, his physique was lean and muscular, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His well-defined abdominal muscles, engorged from the exercise, were on full display. Along his clear-cut V-line, there was even a tattoo of a crossed abstract torch.
